Project Rewrite

Yer prettyyyyyy

"This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected--in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life."

* Thomas Mann

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Forrest

"Wassup man!" Dylan greeted me when I arrived at his beach party.

It's the last week of May and the cool kids are just starting to have fun.

"Nice party, Dyl." I said as he pulled me into a one-arm hug.

"Well izz crazy bruh, my party but the babes all looking for ya." he slurred. He might have had the head start in drinking.

"Hi Forrest." I felt an arm around my waist.

I eyed the busty blonde who was snaking her arms around me. Her hands were moving all around my body and I can't help but feel her front throughout the process.

I looked at Dylan but he was busy staring at the double Ds infront of him.

"Yurr name, mi ledeh?" Dylan managed to say

The blonde chick ignored Dylan and continued what she was doing.

"My name is Chelsea." she said mainly to me.

"Oh,Chelsea. Right." Her right brow flicked upward in amusement.

"You know me?" She asked in squeaky voice.

"Ofcourse. Who wouldn't?" I smirked. "Rod, Brent, Ryan and Joe's girl right?" I shrugged.

She immediately pulled her hands away from me.

"What the hell?" she huffed.

"Oh. Was it just a fling thing with Joe?" I asked making her angrier.

"Jerk!" She stomped away.

I grabbed a bottle of beer from the cooler and took a sip.

Bitch.

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"I wahant yu to knoww that I'm ol yersss! Yu en me run the seym cerss!" Dylan sang to the Zedd song. Man, he'll be fcked up when he wakes up tomorrow.

The party's on full swing and everybody was dancing to the song.

And then I saw her.

"Athena Marie Greene." I whispered to myself.

The girl's beauty didn't change a bit. If not, she even became more stunning. It was noticeable that she grew taller and her hair's longer too. The last time I saw her, she sported her bob cut. Now her hair is nearly reaching her bottom.

When I left the little town I lived in four years ago, I swore to myself that I'll forget about every shitty little thing that was associated to the place. I was seventeen and I needed to find myself.

A lot of bad stuff happened that I wanted to forget but whatever I do,I couldn't seem to forget the young girl I saw at the park.

She was with an equally beautiful middle-aged woman that time. I could tell she was her mom only by looking at their physical similarities.

Athena Marie Greene

Her name was written at the back of her school bag.

And I still remember her full name until now.

The young girl flashed a warm smile when a man approached her.He was her Dad I assumed.